Faith woke early, as she had been doing since she had been taken away from her home, and she went to the window again, watching the sun rise. Her fingers touched the glass, and a part of her longed to go home, but another part was content to stay with Sam for now.
Once the sun had risen high in the sky, she sat down at the table and opened the sketch pad again. Her fingertips lightly touched the picture she was focusing on, gently stroking the paper, enjoying the sensations on her hands. She lifted the pencil up and started to draw again.
The poorly remembered design of the inside of the Dollhouse lay across the table, waiting for Sam, and she concentrated hard on this new picture.
After finishing, she went into the bathroom, leaving the sketchpad open.
Sam
Sam awoke soon after Faith, and waited until she'd left the room before he got up.
Making sure not to disturb Dean, he carefully slid out of the bed and over to the table. He looked over the architectural pictures before his eyes fell on the one she'd been working on just then.
He smiled slightly.
Faith
Faith splashed water on her face and patted it dry with a towel. She looked at her reflection for a long minute, tilting her head slightly as she stared blankly, trying to remember something.
She turned away, defeated, and opened the bathroom door again, intending on continuing her drawing.
Sam
Sam turned slightly as she appeared.
"Good morning," he said softly.
Faith
"Good morning," Faith replied, and her eyes fell on the pictures on the table.
"Oh, you saw..."
Sam
"I did," Sam nodded, a little embarrased.
He moved to the side and sat on the opposite side of the table.
"Do you want to tell me about them?"
Faith
Faith took her seat again, and looked down at the table. She shrugged.
"That's where I live, that's home," she told him, pointing at the drawing of the rooms. "I don't really... remember much about there anymore. But it's home. That's where my friends are."
Sam
"It's where you lived, but its not your home," Sam corrected calmly.
"There's a big difference."
Faith
Faith glanced up at him, eyes confused.
"I know you want me to remember you and what we were to each other," she said in a small voice. "I want to remember too. I want to know why everything feels the way it does, but I can't. And I miss them as well. Sierra and Victor and even Tango sometimes."
Sam
"I know that," Sam assured, leaning forward.
"But the difference between where you live and where your home is, is in here."
He touched her chest, feeling her heart beating.
"Your heart tells you where your home is. It's wherever you feel you really belong."
He moved his hand up to her forehead.
"Your head tlls you where you live. That's where you think it's right to be. Me?"
He pulled his hand back and tapped himself on the head.
"I know where I live is here. In random motel rooms, and in Dean's car. But my home," he touched his heat, "is wherever you and Dean are."
Faith
Faith looked away from Sam, her eyes finding a spot on the wall, just past him.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "You've been taking care of me, but who takes care of you?"
Sam
"Dean does," Sam nodded.
"And I take care of him too. We're brothers."
Faith
Faith nodded, and bit her lip, thinking.
"Must be nice."
Sam
Sam shrugged.
"It's not all bad," he reasoned.
He tilted his head a little.
"Are you alright?"
Faith
Faith looked up at him.
"Yes," she replied, nodding.
She was quiet for a moment.
"What was I like?"
Sam
"You... are amazing," Sam assured, taking one of her hands in his.
"I could never say anything derogatory."
Faith
Faith looked down at their hands and nodded slowly.
"But what did I do? I don't really... I don't know how I fit into this. With you."
Sam
"You mean your job?" Sam asked.
"You were a slayer. Do you know what that is?"
Faith
Faith shook her head.
"No."
Sam
"A slayer is a very special person, chosen for a particular purpose," Sam explained, massaging her hand with his thumb.
"Your job was to hunt down monsters. Bad things. Mostly vampires. A vampire is something that used to be a person, but they died a horrible death and now they're cursed to live off of other peoples' blood, so they just keep killing. You stopped them. You stopped them from hurting people."
Faith
"That doesn't sound real," Faith replied, watching Sam's fingers.
"I couldn't do that. I'm just a girl."
Sam
"No, see, like I said - you were chosen. By a higher power," Sam went on.
"They gave you extra strength and healing ability, and with that you learned different fighting techniques. You were very good."
Faith
Faith nodded slowly again.
"And how did we meet?"
Sam
"Well, Dean and I are hunters. It's a similar lifestyle, we hunt monsters too just different kinds - and we don't really have any special abilties like yours - but we met on a job," Sam skirted around the truth a little to make it easier for her to absorb.
Faith
"And... we loved each other?" Faith asked.
She brought her free hand over to where Sam held them together, and she lightly ran her fingertips over his knuckles.
Sam
"Yeah," Sam nodded, eyes falling to their hands.
"We just... fit."
Faith
Faith nodded at that, her eyes also looking down at their hands. She absently stroked Sam's hand, smiling as she crinkled his skin together, then let it smooth out again.
"What does my family think? Do I... do I have family?"
Sam
"You have a daughter," Sam smiled a little as he watched her.
"Her name's Tru. She's a lot like you. Maybe you'll get to meet her soon."
Faith
Faith repeated the crinkle, smoothing motion over Sam's hand. She ran her fingers over his knuckles, then closed her own fist, chuckling to herself at the difference in size.
"But she's not your daughter? And my mother and father, do they like you?"
Sam
"No, she's not mine. You were married a long time before you met me, and you had Tru with him," Sam explained.
"But I've never met your parents. I think your Mom died a long time ago, and I don't think youreally like your father."
Faith
"And we're not married," Faith stated.
She glanced up at him.
Sam
"No, we're not," Sam answered honestly.
Faith
Faith nodded at that statement.
"What happened to Tru's father?"
Sam
"He lives a couple of states away. You see him every now and then," Sam shrugged.
Faith
Faith watched him silently for a long moment.
"So we fight monsters together?"
Sam
"Yes we do," Sam nodded, "and we are very, very good at it."
Faith
"So we're the good guys?" Faith asked.
She looked back down at their hands.
"Sometimes I don't feel like I'm good."
Sam
"You are," Sam insisted.
"You did some questionable things in your past, but you changed for the better a long time ago."
Faith
"What did I do?" Faith asked, her face openly curious.
Sam
"It doesn't matter," Sam assured.
He looked up at the window for a moment.
"Want to go for a walk?" he offered, figuring he could get Dean breakfast at the same time.
Faith
"Ok," Faith replied, letting go of his hand.
"Now?"
Sam
"Now," Sam nodded, getting up.
He went to put some boots on, handed her some shoes, and made his way to the door.
Faith
Faith slipped her feet into the shoes, tying the laces carefully. Once she was done, she walked over to the door and looked up at Sam again.
Sam
Sam took his hand in hers before leading her out of the room and across the driveway to the sidewalk.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
Faith
Faith let him take her hand again as they walked.
"I think so," she replied.
Sam
"Ok, we'll get some breakfast," Sam told her.
They walked past a park with some children playing, and Sam shuddered a little as he remembered they hadn't been on the trail of their demon spawn for a long time now.
Faith
"Are you ok?" Faith asked, feeling the shudder.
Sam
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "just a little cold. It's a fresh morning."
Faith
"It's nice being outside," Faith commented, eyes taking in everything they could.
"I like it."
Sam
"We spend most of our time outdoors," Sam assured her.
Faith
"Good," Faith replied absently.
"It feels more... free."
Sam
"I have to agree with you there," Sam mused.
"I really don't miss confined spaces at all."
Faith
"I don't mind being inside at hom - where I live," Faith corrected herself.
"It's very nice there."
Sam
"It looked nice in your drawings," Sam said.
"But it was a bit small."
Faith
"I like it," Faith replied, shrugging.
"It's not that small. I want to go back sometimes."
Sam
Sam's fist clenched involuntarily, squeezing her hand as a result. He quickly let go when he realised.
"Here's the diner," he smiled shortly, pulling her through the door and joining the line inside.
Faith
Faith rubbed her hand once he'd let it go.
"Are you mad?" she asked.
Sam
"I'm not mad at you," Sam insisted.
Faith
"But you are mad."
Faith glanced at him.
Sam
"I'm mad at someone else, not you," Sam insisted.
He stepped forward and gave their order, before pulling her aside with him.
Faith
"Ok," Faith replied quietly.
"Because I was there before?"
Sam
"Where?" Sam asked, confused.
Faith
"Where I live," Faith told him.
"Are you angry at those people?"
Sam
"A little," Sam admitted.
"But mostly I'm angry with Lindsay."
Faith
"He was nice to me," Faith said to Sam.
"I didn't want to be taken away, but he was nice about it. The people where I live are very nice. They look after me."
Sam
"Did you notice Lindsay missing a hand?" Sam asked, squinting a little as he struggled to stay calm all of a sudden.
Faith
"Yes," Faith said, nodding.
"He said it was an accident."
Sam
Sam waited until some people walked past so that they wouldn't overhear.
"It wasn't," he said seriously.
"It was you. You took it from him. Because he was hurting me."
Faith
Faith shook her head.
"But... I..."
Sam
"He was going to kill me," Sam said softly, "and at the last minute, you saved my life. Taking his hand was your punishment. But he deserves a lot more for what he did to you."
Faith
"He didn't do anything to me," Faith said.
"He looked after me before he took me to you."
Sam
"He killed you, Faith," Sam tried to stop his eyes tearing up again.
"What he couldn't do to me, he did to you. He killed you, by taking away your memories. And we don't know how he did it, but with God as our witness we're going to set it right again."
Faith
Faith reached up and caught the tear that fell on her fingertip.
"I'm sorry you're sad," she said softly. "They weren't bad to me though. I wasn't hurt there."
Sam
"But you were," Sam frowned, "you just don't see it."
He looked up as their order was called, and went to collect it.
"Come on," he kept his eyes down as he led the way out again.
Faith
Faith followed him out, hesitant to walk by his side again.
"But how can it be bad if I liked it?"
Sam
"You can like a lot of things but still go to Hell for doing them," Sam shrugged as he walked.
Faith
"But is it bad if I go back?" Faith asked.
"I need to go back soon though."
Sam
"It is," Sam nodded.
"It'll be like an addiction. Something bad, that you feel the need to keep going back to. But if you do, eventually it will kill you."
Faith
"They'd never hurt me," Faith said.
"They look after us."
Sam
"Look, I can argue this until I'm blue in the face and you're not going to listen, so let's not," Sam shook his head.
Faith
"Ok," Faith replied quietly.
"I'm sorry."
Sam
"Nevermind," Sam's eyes fell again.